If you have never been hurt or betrayed by someone you loved. Then the meaning of being broken might not make any sense.
Most of us enter into the realms of love innocent and selfless. Ready to give each other 100% if not everything we’ve got.Despite the many stories we hear from people about love, we just hope and believe that maybe ours will be different.
Reality check is that life is unpredictable. Saying that things will work out every other time one falls in love is like gambling on a wild chance.
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer and to suffer is to suffer. Confusing right? Its like a damn rollercoaster. One is never sure.
But it reaches a point when you love and suffer too many times. You lose that side of you that is willing to love or be loved. You become so damaged. That when someone wants to give you what you deserve, you just don’t know how to respond.
And before one knows it you resort to self love in a selfish way. The kind that ”me myself and I” is the order of the day. I’d say its healthy. But to be honest it’s just a way of consoling yourself that you are not broken.
Always alone and suffering from choosing not to love. Its not any easy lifestyle to keep up with. But its what most broken people opt for. Choosing to live a life with no strings attached to anyone. Vibe till whenever or friends with benefits.
One is too shy to be bitten over and over. You give it all and they give you shit love. And all you wish for is to do exactly what they did to you. Hurt them back. 💔💔.
The thing is you learn to survive. Nursing the scars and bruises. Hoping that someday someone will see them as beauty marks and not judgment reasons.
I pray that someday you will meet the other half of your soul. Maybe you’ll probably understand why things didn’t work out with anyone else you met before.